He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he took her deeper, his new mouth skilled and accommodating,Innocent his throat relaxed from years of control. Ken slid into a chair at the wooden table, his long legs stretching out comfortably, and Linda slumped across from him, her chair creaking. I can’t show up like–like this!”

Ken snorted, crossing her arms–his arms now–and immediately uncrossing them when the sensation felt too strange. “We need to fix this, Ken.